Quotes of: Anthology Keyword

An unknown force is calling me Perhaps the voice of that star perched on the last height Perhaps the desire to see the spaces that conceal Europe

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality. (cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Don't bow down to critics who have not themselves written great masterpieces.

City Lights Pocket Poets Anthology

Rain" Oh amiable rain Washer of trees and roofs who has prepared them for the pink ray of evening ("Poems")

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

It is more or less a given that nothing is less favorable to clairvoyance than the bright sun: physical light and mental light coexist on very poor terms.

Anthology of Black Humor

We take creative license with the fictional narratives that become our memories. Anthologized, these are the tales that become the story of your life.

The Summer We Read Gatsby

Welcome, let’s all prepare to be whisked to the magical land of candy. Be warned, candy is very addicting and at Jubilee’s the candy is the tastiest in the world,

Zombie Command: A Horror Anthology

Since I'm a fan of collections and anthologies, believe that the best writing often shines in shards and galloping stretches, I never find myself lobbying for a writer I enjoy reading regularly to hole up in Heidegger's hut for four or five years to ...

James Wolcott

When I was about 14, in about 1984, I decided to become a great poet. Faber & Faber was going to publish me, and when Ted Hughes read my first anthology he would invite me to Yorkshire for meat pies and mentorship.

David Mitchell

That night, Gregory dreamt of his mother. It was a dream that he'd have carried to his therapist like a raw, precious egg if he'd had a therapist, and the dream made him wish he had one. In the dream, he sat in the kitchen of his mother's house at th...

Exquisite Quartet Anthology 2011

This was true enough, though it did not throw any light upon my perplexity. If we had heard of it to start with, it is possible that all the family would have considered the possession of a ghost a distinct advantage. It is the fashion of the times. ...

The Gentlewomen of Evil: An Anthology of Rare Supernatural Stories from the Pens of Victorian Ladies

I knew, of course, that I should be well paid for my services, but I would gladly have accepted half the sum I expected if I could have had it that night, for our little treasury was wholly exhausted, and we had not sixpence to purchase a breakfast f...

The Gentlewomen of Evil: An Anthology of Rare Supernatural Stories from the Pens of Victorian Ladies

Right now in this world, a child is dying from an ailment because its family cannot afford to buy charcoal for boiling water. Right now in this world, a girl is striving to find firewood from trees that no more exist, and water from sources that are ...

The Wisdom Huntress: Anthology of Thoughts and Narrations

We're a symphony--our limbs and lips and skin making up the instruments, working together to create a beautiful piece of music.

Fifty First Times: A New Adult Anthology

The short story is not, as some believe, a lesser form of literature than the novel.

The Best Werewolf Short Stories 1800-1849: A Classic Werewolf Anthology

Is it a world in the making that turns as it whistles to the depths of my being It is burning Suppose it were to appear A bleeding rosary at the window a sun setting on the marshlands ("Silver Clasp")

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

A bouquet yellow like remorse Hurts my view The cage The wheel The vile ennui of all mankind And no one no one to break my chains! ("Outcries")

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

My head is a prison I’ve been locked in from the start, So if I'm treated like a criminal I might as well play the part. (attrib: E. Tancarville)

Citations: A Brief Anthology

The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Do you remember the long orphanage of the train stations We crossed cities that turn-tabled all day And vomited at night the sunshine of the day ("The Voyager")

The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology

Don't you find it odd that two of the foremost symptoms of insanity are the hearing voices and talking to oneself? Is it any wonder that language is an area of such interest in psychology? (attrib: F.L. Vanderson)

Citations: A Brief Anthology